The Ceo's Ugly Bride Full Novel Novels & Stories

I admit, he's an eye candy, and looks like one of those hot superheroes, with his thick black hair, chiseled jawline and eyes like that of a thunderstorm, he's a sight for sore eyes, but thirty, why would he agree to a freaking arranged marriage. " It says here...he's been CEO of the company since twenty six, and.....oh....he has a girlfriend" If he has a girlfriend, that means he wouldn't agree to this right... "He has a girlfriend?" Was that me sounding disappointed, no, I can't be attracted to him just because he's handsome in photos, what if he looks like a pig, or worse he has the personality of a pig, ha, I'm not interested in him. " Yes, Suzanne Pierce"

Everyone in Drumham City would look down on her for being so desperate as to sell her body for a business deal, not to mention the fact that she was already married… The thought of Celena falling victim to everyone's scorn made Cheryl grin in delight. She then approached Celena, her heels click-clacking against the linoleum, and gave her a once-over, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "My dearest Celena, how can you be so naive? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and yet you want to turn it down! Do you have any idea who Mr. Bristow is? He's the future heir of the Bristow family, the wealthiest and most affluent family from the capital! If you satisfy him enough, you might just s

Sophia's hands shook as she fumbled with the locks to their cramped Queens apartment, the borrowed clutch heavy with stolen hors d'oeuvres and a business card that felt like it was burning a hole through the leather. "Ethan Cross. CEO, Cross Industries." As if she could forget. "Mija, is that you?" Her mother's voice drifted from the bedroom, weak but warm with relief.

I took the documents and beamed. Today wasn’t just any ordinary day. It marks my five years of being married to Felix Wade, the CEO of Wade Group of Companies Five years ago, after losing my parents in a tragic fire accident, Felix had stood by me. People used to mock me because of how ugly I looked. They called me ugly and fat, but Felix never cared about my looks. He stayed. I fell in love with him when he defended me publicly, shutting down everyone who tried to put me down. Since then, I’ve done everything to support his business and help it grow. And today, I wanted to do something unforgettable for him.

I whispered, not taking my eyes off Victor, who was smiling at the camera and showing sweetness towards Themarie. “I want you to look at them one last time as Sonia Salazar—Valencia.” “They’re the two who ruined your life as Sonia Salazar. I want you to look at them closely,” said Fabian, who was now looking at me. I didn’t know what to say because an overwhelming anger enveloped my chest. “As his wife—I’ll give everything like I promised. For better or worse, we’ll be together, but—he left me. He humiliated and cursed me. He took everything from me, even my child, after ruining my face and career.”

Slowly, I lifted my oversized shirt and stared at the scar that curved across my stomach, the scar that changed everything. I ran my fingers gently over it. The skin there has healed years ago, but the pain, the shame, they never truly left. That mark… was the beginning of Lucas’s hatred. I wasn’t always like this. I wasn’t always this… big. I used to be beautiful. That’s what everyone used to say. Even Lucas. He used to call me his queen, his angel, his everything. But everything changed when I got pregnant with Eva. The pregnancy wasn’t easy. I gained so much weight, my body changed faster than I could understand. And during delivery, I almost died. There were complications. I remember the

The next morning, Eleanor Langston received the package: photos, texts, a signed affidavit, and a quiet promise that if needed, Celeste would take the stand. The prenup was voided. Eleanor walked away with $42 million and a house in Aspen. Celeste walked away with $420,000, a new pair of Louboutins, and a rare, fleeting reminder that sometimes—very rarely—the job could surprise her. She didn’t think about Gregory again. Not until Vivienne Cross said her husband’s name. Julian Cross. The same curated charm. The same cold precision. But something deeper. Something unfinished. Back in her Manhattan office, Celeste stared at the rain streaking the window and thought about the cellar, the kiss, t

“You actually agreed to marry a man you barely know?” Sophia zipped another section of the suitcase before looking up at her. “I know what I’m doing.” “No, you don’t.” Emily picked up the shirt again, but instead of folding it, she waved it around in frustration. “Sophia, you were divorced in front of an entire room full of people, you nearly died afterward, and now, barely any time has passed, you’re telling me you’re going to marry another man?” Sophia sighed softly as she closed the suitcase and moved toward the wardrobe. “When you say it like that, it sounds terrible.”

Her orgasm rippled through her body and into his mouth. He slurped and then wiped his mouth. Vivian looked like she just went to orgasm heaven. "Let's go home. I want to finish this properly." Adrian said, carrying Vivian. She giggled as they entered the elevator. They kissed as if they needed each other for oxygen. They stopped when the doors opened, and an old married couple was waiting for them outside. The old couple looked at each other, then Adrian and Vivian. Vivian's cheeks flushed, and then Adrian held her hand and smiked his most charming smile at the couple.

he asked next. My brows pulled together. “Saw what?” He lifted the remote from his desk and turned the large TV screen behind him toward me. The moment the headline appeared, I felt the floor shift. LUCIA BENNETT: THE CROOKED BRIDE OF THE GRAHAM EMPIRE? Her mugshot. Her name. Her story. Spun like some twisted PR scandal. I blinked. “What the hell is this?” “You tell me,” he said, finally looking at me. “That woman you married has the entire family name on the chopping block. You thought that wouldn’t come to light?”